Late night (early morning) scribbles.

Her name is Michelle. Some thoughts about her.

Monotony of life.

A poem I wrote for my grandmother before she died.This one is close to my heart,probably why I have held onto it for years.Most of my poetry is fictional,however; this poem is not.The photo is of my grandmother,myself and daughter just before she died.

Somebody can accomplish a lot when they got nothing but time.

My wake-up moment in life. The moment I realized that we all have a purpose.

Sure does for me.

He is always with me.

Some days I feel I may need help.

What we have done in our lives.